War, Violence, Heroism And Such Like Stupidity

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Senator Grimaldi Man 1: Tell me what you know about Senator Grimaldi Man 2: Senator Grimaldi That name doesn't ring any bells Man 1: Hear me bells now Man 2: Loud and clear I first met him in spring 1942 He came up to me in a crowd "Hello" he said "Hello, who are you?" I said "I'm Senator Grimaldi" he said Small dark man with a beetling brow Do you wanna know any more? If You've Ever Been In Love Before You'll Know There Are Bad Times Along With The Good (For Prince Muishkin, The Idiot) Let's go down the cavern Yeah let's have a dance Wеll fancy seeing you here Oh it's quite pеrchance Would you fancy a drink then? Yes keg if you please Well give us a kiss then Oh your rotten old teeth Cos we're gonna dance, dance, dance Yeah dance till the bar closes down Dance down the tunnel bus, babe Make our sticky, sticky lips way home Let's go down to Boussan, Michele Give us a wet cloth Tie it up tightly Try not to cough Give Mary the helmet The buttons are thick Yeah so are the coppers But not half as thick as the bricks There's a couple of hours of student bashing It's one hell of a lot more satisfying than laying the wife Whoa, babe, yeah let's get down the motor gate, baby Yeah let's have a lookalike Let's go down to Queue Dam Best wear the coat Yeah I know it's not raining But there's a lot of water about A choking sensation No, it's not asthma down there Yeah I know you've played rugby, Charles But I assure you, they really don't care There's a boot in the kidneys It may not exactly be sport to you But you are very, very, very, very tired, Baling policeman It's better than thirty stiff shit minutes on the loo Kicks off in Baling, then on to Rome Big happenings in Paris, at home Fuck the ID, wretched shit Judy, now you want a baby Cos you've got a lot of time When you've gotta split I'm asking all you people out there Nineteen, nineteen splitty Liverpool policemen as well Well are you really satisfied With this lousy ever doubting hell? I said well, I said well It's up to you and you and you and you Spoken: We thought and then the summer came Claude and Carl went home Mother bathed Betty's wounds And Adrienne Mitchell wrote a revolutionary poem Danny and Tarek joined Kingsley De La Amos as TV men of letters And everyone formed a party or two To make people think they knew better As for us, we fell in love, reread The Idiot And went back to the Ivory Tower, I suppose Rupert Brooke Spoken: If I should die, think only this of me There is some corner of a foreign field that is forever England There shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed A dust which England bore, shaped, made aware Gave of her flowers to love, her ways to roam A body of England's, breathing English air Washed by the rivers and blessed by the sounds of home Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam Three Chinese crackers up your asshole, bang, bang, bang The Prime Minister Speaks Spoken: We promised you at the last election That this year would follow 1970 and precede the year yet to come Well here we are in the twelfth month of that year With only a few days to go before that promise is fulfilled We also promised that this year would contain twelve separate months And I don't think even our severest critics could find fault in that Jerusalem And did those feet in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon these clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental strife Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land Pongo Spoken: At last, at last A chance to get the old gang together A chance to relive those halcyon days in the trenches Oh I can just see us now Me and the lads battering the bosh Oh those were the days, those were the days Basher Muir, Chalky Black, Pongo and me Basher treads on a mine Gets blown up but does it bother him? No, he rips his leg off at the knee Dips the end into a bucket of tar And dives off a four hundred foot cliff Swims four miles underwater and plants a limpet mine On the battleship in the bay Oh those were the days Pongo goes over the top, Chalky goes down And I knock out fourteen Messerschmitts with a lucky shot The skies were aflame, lads The earth was red with the blood of the fallen heroes Wipe that tear from your cheek, mother It's a pleasure to die for Blighty Lady I'm coming, boys, wait for me, lads That was our battle cry Oh those were the days